2007-03-08

anne carson

I read my favourite book again today. The good thing about favourite books is that they never cease to amaze you. For instance, one of my favourites is plainwater by Anne Carson. It's 98% poetic. She never describes a situation for what it is, she will compare it to one thing with the craziest imagery and then use another image to fight it so you are bound to see exactly what she sees. It's fantastic anyways. The greatest thing about it is everytime I re-read it I get something new from it. She quotes alot of basho and rumi throughout and alot of chinese wisdom. I also love how she will state one thing... make you forget what she said and then tighten it all up at the end of that particular piece so it all makes one huge metaphor for how she felt when she was making breakfast that morning. Just a crazy book. If you love poetry you'll love it. I am very satisfied that she's realistic as well. Not too much boo hoo im a girl and hurting bullshit because the book is based alot on her relationships with men of different sorts including her father. grounded.

Heres something kind of sad from the book:

"Kinds of water drown us. Kinds of water do not. My water jar splashes companiably on my back as I walk. A pool of thoughts tilts this way and that in me. Sokrates, after bathing, came back to his cell hurriedly and drank the hemlock. The others wept. Swans swam in around him. And he began to talk about the ocming journey, to an unknown place far from their tears, which he did not understand. People really understand very little of one another. Sometimes when I speak to him, my Cid looks very hard and straight into my face as if in search of something (a city on a map?) like someone who has tumbled off a star. But he is not the one who feels alien - ever, i think. He lives in a small country of hope, which is his heart. Like Sokrates fails to understand why travel should be such a challenge to the muscles of the heart, for other people. Around every bend of road is a city of gold, isn't it? I am the kind of person who thinks, no, probably not. And we walk, side by side, in different countries. Pilgrims were people in exile."

I can't help but love it.

Katrina at 6:45 PM

2007-03-08

anne carson

I read my favourite book again today. The good thing about favourite books is that they never cease to amaze you. For instance, one of my favourites is plainwater by Anne Carson. It's 98% poetic. She never describes a situation for what it is, she will compare it to one thing with the craziest imagery and then use another image to fight it so you are bound to see exactly what she sees. It's fantastic anyways. The greatest thing about it is everytime I re-read it I get something new from it. She quotes alot of basho and rumi throughout and alot of chinese wisdom. I also love how she will state one thing... make you forget what she said and then tighten it all up at the end of that particular piece so it all makes one huge metaphor for how she felt when she was making breakfast that morning. Just a crazy book. If you love poetry you'll love it. I am very satisfied that she's realistic as well. Not too much boo hoo im a girl and hurting bullshit because the book is based alot on her relationships with men of different sorts including her father. grounded.

Heres something kind of sad from the book:

"Kinds of water drown us. Kinds of water do not. My water jar splashes companiably on my back as I walk. A pool of thoughts tilts this way and that in me. Sokrates, after bathing, came back to his cell hurriedly and drank the hemlock. The others wept. Swans swam in around him. And he began to talk about the ocming journey, to an unknown place far from their tears, which he did not understand. People really understand very little of one another. Sometimes when I speak to him, my Cid looks very hard and straight into my face as if in search of something (a city on a map?) like someone who has tumbled off a star. But he is not the one who feels alien - ever, i think. He lives in a small country of hope, which is his heart. Like Sokrates fails to understand why travel should be such a challenge to the muscles of the heart, for other people. Around every bend of road is a city of gold, isn't it? I am the kind of person who thinks, no, probably not. And we walk, side by side, in different countries. Pilgrims were people in exile."

I can't help but love it.

Katrina at 6:45 PM